3/04/2011

So this past week I missed my first MooDankie since Survivor Donkey Island got off to a flying start. I had to choose between pussies and when it comes to that, Pebbles will ALWAYS hold over on you lot!

However since the inception of this wonderful little game of chance has truly re-energized a few of the blogging types in our community, I thought I'd share an outsiders opinion of the game as it is to date.

Allow the people to make a decision and as per usual, they'll fuck it up! I wouldn't say that Numb has haters exactly, dudes always social within the group and has not often said poo. (even when it's being flung at him) Numb has some edge for certain, but don't we all? The best part of that edge though, would have been in getting his team much deeper into every one of the challenges. Would I want Numb sitting on the rock beside me when it came time to pick a winner? In Poker vernacular, I'd take that race.

Obviously there was a serious lack of foil caps available in The US of A that week. As it had to be aliens controlling the minds of of the voting team, when it came right down to crunch time. I mean seriously? AlCantHang out? For reals? I'd take Al on any team I was ever asked to be a part of period! But having said that, would I feel comfortable with him beside me at the vote? UH... no. But I would try to take him at least into the merge for our teams sake. This vote was clearly made while the the right honourable and incredibly knowledgeable voters, were looped on something other than Soco & water back.

I know, I know. It would be highlarious to have left it at that! But that's just not how I fling poo. The voting off of Hoy was one of great mystery to me. As I for one couldn't think of ANYONE left playing in the game that I'd rather sit next to, during the final vote. Through no fault of his own of course, its just that I could see my chances being pretty damn good against him in that spot.

Let's face it kids, this was clearly the first intelligent decision made in the entire process. As a card carrying and fully blown racist myself, I understand the need to cleanse the playing field. There's just no room in the game for nice folks! I mean what the Hell would happen to this world, if we kept letting all the nice ones tag along? Seriously? I can just see it now. Everyone gets along, while the mild banter with some pretty damn funny edge to it just keeps on coming. It would be a friggin' disaster! Grab a membership card as you walk out the door kids. There's just no way we can let the nice ones inherit our blogosphere!

So now what?

I see the merge shaking things up a bit more than most expect. New alliances will, nah, HAVE! already been formed and the blindsides my friends, well they'll get pretty hot and heavy going forward.

I walked around the perimeter of the cave here this morning, not sure of why I was doing so. During the jaunt, I touched trees I'd planted with Pebbles. I laughed at the piece of drywall hanging from the ceiling in the barn. The one I promised Peb's, "I'd get around to fixing up. Some day." I cleared a patch of snow large enough for a Muskoka Chair, off one end of our deck. I then placed a chair down and parked my ass into it. I sat and stared at the view I'd come to love and cherish, more than any other sight in my little corner of the world. One of the kids next door seemed to somehow know, that I needed a lonely cry.

Why I sat there was for sentimental reasons for certain, as for 30 minutes in rather minus Celsius temperatures, I managed to ignore the tears freezing against my cheeks. The snow falling and collecting upon my shoulders and head went mostly unnoticed also, as that view of my world never looked so unique to me, as it did at that very moment in time.

Its just a house and a yard I told myself.Wood, bricks, grass and trees.

There'll be a new house in your future soon Bammer, so get over it.

The sentimentality of using ten years to build a home from a house, seems so little to get yourself all worked up over. But there I sat, saying goodbye to the spoils of my labour just the same.

In one hand I hold a signed contract of intent. A document that has the power to change our lives for the better forever. In the other hand, a one-way plane ticket.That one-way, is away.Away from home.

One week from today I'll be starting the process all over again. A challenge that has never caused me any reason for concern in the past. But as I sat there on the deck enjoying the sights and sounds that I've truly come to think of as home, it started to sink in.

It wasn't the brick, the wood, the grass or the trees I was saying goodbye to. It wasn't the friends, family, neighbours, or even the rural route mail delivery guy at the end of the driveway that I was going to miss the most.

As much as I've travelled over the years and made the adjustments for my living arrangements accordingly, for the first time in my life it was really hitting me. What was happening to me was the clarity of the moment. I've left houses, apartments and various neighbourhoods and friends behind before with nary a thought. But this time somethings different.